This is a song about "Left"

Im im on tha way

Got nothing left to say

It's all good, finna dog that

She knows you masturbate left handed

'till there's nothin' left.

Bout time i got my respect

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Your father left you for another

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

I'm still confused about why you left

Never to the left i go

Although thought that we would grow

So with your mind left exploded

Foolish, i be on that new shit

Take away what ever's left

Life has put her to the test